Losing hope feels like melting snow on your heart. Grey. Embracing. Dad and mom, gone; the sword, missing; only one horcrux under your grasp after months of hunting them: you just missed the chance to kill other, while breaking Harry's wand on the run, and with it, the frail leverage it provided. At dawn or twilight, freezing under the covers despite the glass stored blue flames, you are reminded by the colors of the sky of the friend you thought could love you as a girl. You, as Harry, probably will never again meet your red-headed favorites before dying.
So when Harry kisses you in a rush, surprising you with the warmth and thrill and breath of life the gesture conveys, you wonder how farthest you can go, and if your friendship would stand it.
It hadn't taken Cedric long to find out that he could break hearts with just a smile. He had never had a real relationship--he just never had the time to. Between making prefect, Quidditch captain, and maintaining his good grades as well as writing home to his parents constantly, love was always the last thing on his mind.
Ellie was a reader. She had always hoped that she'd find a love as great as in the books she was always reading. Maybe she'd meet a cute guy during her last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Or maybe she was delusional. Either way, she never, in her wildest dreams, imagined that love would come from life-long, childhood rival.